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Daddy's Girl [ Erotica Forbidden Romance] Novel Cover

Daddy's Girl [ Erotica Forbidden Romance]

This book contains raw contents. Read with caution. R18+ Stéphane had never desired Aleen; she was off-limits as his wife's daughter, Christine. But something about her captivated and locked him in, igniting his appetite and desire for her. Stéphane knew he should keep his distance; he shouldn't have any longing for his stepdaughter. He shouldn't want to know how she tastes or long to feel her tightness wrapped around him as he buried himself deep inside her. However, all resolve to resist was shattered when Aleen boldly made the first move, bringing Stéphane to his knees and causing him to taste the forbidden when she called him 'Daddy'.
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Chapter 2

My body froze, blood roaring in my ears. I must be hallucinating, or maybe I'd gone crazy to even think I had just voiced my secret fantasy out loud, with everyone in the apartment potentially hearing.

  My tiny fingers lingered on my pussy as I stopped and listened, straining to see if it wasn't me. And then, there it was.... the moans I'd just heard in my fantasy were actually real.

  I felt my pulse jump like lightning in my chest. It's not coming from me like I had thought. It's actually coming from...

  "Oh God! Yes! Fuck me harder, Chase!"

  A familiar feminine voice. Oh my fucking God.

  The sound was coming from my step-uncle room directly opposite mine. I whirled toward the view from my bedroom door. My heart clenched with excitement and something darker, as I stood at the entrance of my room and took in the scene before me.

  I gasped and brought my hand quickly to my mouth as I stared, I almost couldn't believe what I saw a few feet away from me! My stepuncle, in all his naked glory was fucking his wife hard from behind.

  He's fucking her like an animal. Hard, strong and powerful.

  His body glistened with sweat under the soft bedroom light. He grunted, his strong muscles flexing as he pounded his cock into his wife, who leaned over the makeup table. The rhythm, the power in his movements, it was all intoxicating.

  At first, my chest ached with a pang of envy. Watching the man of my fantasies fuck another woman so recklessly, it made something inside me twist and sink. They had no idea I was watching. I believe they thought i had slept off. The door was open simply because of the summer heat, not for my benefit, but I couldn't look away.

  It felt wrong to be jealous. He was her husband. That's what husbands do to their wives. Hell! that's what couples do. I shouldn't even bother about the way he pounded her cunt with reckless abandon. Every thrust from him, every slap of skin, made my body tremble and thrum with desire and a sick twist of envy. 

  I gasped softly as his strong hands gripped her hips harshly, pulling her toward him. The sounds of their bodies slapping together, the moans and grunts, made my skin hum with arousal. I pressed my hand to my mouth, trying to quiet the gasps that threatened to escape.

  And yet, the more I watched, the more mesmerized I became. His muscles rippled, glistening in the light. His wife's body responded to him completely, her chest pressed to the table, her hips rising and falling in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

  A wicked part of me imagined it was me instead of her, bent over that table with stepuncle holding my hips and pounding me full of his cock. But that didn't mean I couldn't be totally turned on and dripping wet just watching it happen right in front of me.

  I could see his wife, her chest pressed on the makeup table, her ass raised upward, receiving every hard and long thrusts from him.

  And before I knew it, the burning desire from earlier that I'd stopped came rushing back. I moaned as I felt my pussy throb inside my panties as my arousal quickly began to dampen the inside of them while I watched the couple.

  I quietly widen the door to my room, turned off the lights and sat on the reading table, peering directly to my hunky stepuncle in their bedroom, fucking his wife and letting the sounds of their love-making wash over me as I eagerly pushed down my panties, parted my legs open and slid my fingers wetly over my tight little pussy.

  I could see his wife's face scrunched up with passion as her gorgeous husband gripped her tightly by the hips and pushed into her again and again. Her breasts were much larger than my small little cups, and they swayed heavily beneath her as my stepuncle hands gripped her ass tightly and fucked her with deep strokes.

  I watched the way he slid out of her, the way she turned around and rested on the table, her legs parted and wrapped around his waist as he plunged into her pussy again. I watched as he kept pounding her cunt, his cook deep and firmly buried inside her. His strong hands gripped her breasts.

  I could only see his thick balls. I could hear the sweaty slaps of their skin. I gasped as he turned her around again until she's resting her elbow on the table again as he entered her from behind once more.

  His glistening chest rippled under their bedroom light, and I moaned into my hand as the fingers from my other slipped into my tight channel, imaging it was his cock pushing into me from behind.

  I was rubbing my clit with my thumb as two of my fingers rhythmically pushed in and out of my wet slit, trying to time my stroking in tune with my uncle thrusting across the room.

  I'd been close as I rested my back on the wall, my eyes glued to the scene in front of me. And as I masturbated right there, hiding in my bedroom and watching them making love, I could already feel myself close to coming.

  I started to finger my pussy harder and harder as my uncle pace picked up as well. I could see his jaw gritting tightly and the heavy concentration in his eyes as he rocked his hips back and forth.

  "Oh fuck! yes baby!" i heard her cry out. " Come inside my womb!"

  Like a rocket that did it for both of us. I bit my hand hard as my own orgasm began to clench and ripple through me, but I forced myself to keep my eyes open and watch as my uncle's face did the same.

  He let out a heavy grunt, and with a final, powerful thrust, he slammed forward into his wife. He groaned, and I knew he was coming right along with me! My own body clenched and convulsed, my tight pussy seizing up around my fingers as I bit my hand hard trying not to scream as I came.

  As I came down, I suddenly gasped again as my stepuncle slipped wetly out of his wife, and his thick, throbbing, glistening cock bobbed into view. Still hard, long, and veiny. I could see the cum dripping down. I could see the little throbbings of his magnificent cock.

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